The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1887-11-12
POOR FATHER!
Unbounded Happiness Turned to,
Deepest Sorrow.

Deepest Sorrow.
When Lieutenant Henry Robeline
learned that his ship, Francis GARNER,
was to be sent to China, lie thought of
his wife and boy. and this thought sud
denly checked his joy to be put in tue
way of gaining the epaulettes of Capt
ain. Even he experienced something
like remorse for having wished his ship
to be one of those selected for this far
away expedition, and, he asked HIM
self, if these instantaneous disquietudes
We're not what people call a PRESENT.
ment.
1t is this, for the last month his child
was unwell, aud the doctor had recon-
mended constant care and attentive
treatment. Marcel was born a little
delicate, sickly, one would say;it seemed
as if he had inherited the paludean
fever, of which his father has suffered
in Africa on the banks of those large
and treacherous rivers, where malaria
reigns supreme.
Madame Robeline expected the news;
she wanted to be courageous
when do you leave?" she asked,
simply.
I'm fortnight"
She felt her heart ready to burst. He
took her on his knees, and with his
kisses he restrained her tears.
Papa" stammered the boy, twill
you take me with you?"
The sailor had his home outside of
Toulon, in this corner of the roadway,
gracious and picturesque as Neapoli-
tan bay. He hoped that, in the midst
of palm and orange trees, his young
one would improve; but the child, after
recovering little, became weak again
under the anxious eyes of his mother,
those woman,s eyes which refuse to
notice the painful traces of sickness on
the loved faces, although they see them
growing deeper; equally prompt to
hope or despair, and whose tenderness
has tears for joy as well as for sorrow.
Three days before the Francis
GARNER left her moorings to make her
essays and regulate her compasses
Madame Rebelne visited her husbands
ship. where he was going to live. and,
who knows, die, perhaps. wounded dur
ing battle? She had some terrific
visions.
Ah!poor sailors wives!
She arranged his cabin, made a nest
of it, filled it with green plants which
would fade away once in open sea.
Her picture and the child's smiled
above the narrow bed in frame made
with swords and revolvers, where for
the future exiled they would recall the
absent home to his mind. And while
she placed all those things, often alone,
her husband being on duty on the deck,
she cried. One evening, us she had
belated herself. she wrapped Marcel in
a shawl, but the gamin threw down the
garment again and again, clapped his
hands, laughed with the sailors, happy
with the breeze and swell. He caught
q cold. The next day he could not rise
he eoughed so much.
His father and mother slept no more.
The Francis Carriers departure was
fixed for the next Saturday. They
counted the hours. Soon the child
was at deaths door.
"Wil you save him. doctorP" be-
sought they.
The doctor answered 'yes." but that
did not satisfy them. Marcel was too
feeble to resist that dreadful cough
And the parents returned to their
ehild's bed. murmuring some tender
words without hearing themselves
speak. They looked at their moaning
child and buried their nails in the
palms of their hands.
1--WE leave on Saturday."
Bertha uttered great cry. Satur-
day night ought not to come for her.
Saturday.
But the angel may die that very
Saturday perhaps! Her boy to die--tO
diel
'Do not go. Henry! For Gods sake.
do not goi''
another ship that remained in TOulon.
On the threshold of his door he re-
Elected; he commanded u man-o'-war;
he had his mission and his orders. Not
TO sail now was to desert Then he re-
entered his home: his boy was saying:
Papa, will you bring me plenty of
Chinese toys?'
Nine. Robeline opened the window;
she pointed tile ship to her husband.
You must go. Henry! am crazy.
lido not know what am saying. l."